You know you are a REAL mom when…
*You always have a poop story. Always.
This weeks poop story goes a little bit something like this ***ahem***:
It started out as any other diaper change. She pooped. I clean it up. She laid down and we get started. I take her diaper off and a little turd rolls a bit toward the edge of the dirty diaper but still on the diaper, no probs. Then it happened. For whatever reason Ella reached for the diaper under her butt. I told her no and she retracted her hand but only to see the horror of the little turd ball stuck to her hand. I go to get it off with a diaper wipe and she freaks a bit at the poop. It falls off her hand and lands directly on her face. Like right between her lip and her nostril. I grab it and she is hysterically crying. I finishing diapering her and take her and wash her hands and face as she is still sobbing, “Poop on my face! Poop on my face!”
I guess she learned her lesson of not touching the diapers.